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Tim?

Where are you going? It's hardly light
outside.

Turn around when I'm talking to you!

What is it?

I'm going out.

All right, well, what's the hurry? I'll
make us a cup of coffee.

Don't bother.

Well, wait a minute and I'll walk with
you.

That's not possible.

I know what you're thinking.

Go back to bed, Dad.

I'll stop you.

How?

There was a time when you listened to
me.

There was a time when you could hit me
with your belt to make me listen.

Maybe I should try it now.

A lot of waters flowed under the bridge
since then.

Tim?

Tim, please!

McGill?

McGill?

Is that Mr. McGill?

I think so.

I've got a job for you. Are you still
there?

Five o 'clock in the morning.

I know the time.

This is Lord Gorman speaking.

The name mean anything to you? Lord who?

You were recommended to me by a Mrs.
Callit.

You did a job for her in Cannes, right?

Listen, couldn't I talk to you tomorrow
at your office or your house?

There's no time for polite conversation.

I want you to find my son.

Well, if your son's missing, why don't
you try the police?

I want absolute discretion.

I'll pay 1 ,000 pounds.

What's his name?

Tim. He's 23.

He's trying to kill himself.

He's tried it before.

Now, do you want this jumper, Gil? Yeah.

He just keeps on.

The River.

He's a bridge jumper.

And it's always the same bridge.

I don't think it's such a good idea,
Harry.

Oh, stop whimpering, Margaret. I know
what I'm doing.

Look, you don't know the man, do you?
He's a stranger. He's a foreigner.

He's a professional.

Whatever happens, he'll keep our name
out of the papers.

Is that all you care about, then?

What about Tim?

I'm doing this for Tim.

See, I'm going, man.

What do you want?

How do you know my name?

Come on down now.

Mind your own business and leave me
alone.

Are you coming down or am I coming up?
If you do, I'll jump.

Tim, stay where you are.

Things will work out. Just give them a
chance.

I don't need your help.

Go away.

Tim, don't move.

I'll help you down.

Don't come any closer.

Don't come any higher!

I'll do it next time, Mr... McGill's my
name.

What are you?

My father hire you?

By the hour?

He won't stop me, you know.

I'm going to do it.

Sooner or later.

Take some advice.

Make it later.

Just leave me alone, Mother.

I only want to know why you do these
things, Tim.

We've got a right to know.

It's my business.

Nobody else's.

It's a dangerous situation.

Inflammable.

For the boy.

For me.

Whichever way you look at it, it's
trouble.

Do you want a drink?

Not for breakfast, thanks.

He drinks.

He won't work.

He's got the pieces.

He will keep trying that bridge.

Look, he needs a psychiatrist.

He's got one.

Doesn't do him any good.

Want to put him in one of them places.

Sanitarium? That's a posh word.

Well, maybe you ought to take his
advice.

I will do it.

The boy basically is a serious lad.

He's a musician.

Did you know that?

No.

All started about a year ago.

Started to go around with a bunch of
kids. They drank too much. They lived it

high.

They went too far that morning,
balancing on that bridge.

It was a dare, I think.

One of Tim's stupid friends, Danny
Martin, falls in.

Tim, he's never been the same since.

Well, there was an inquest, wasn't
there? Yes, the verdict was accidental

Well, that should have been a
satisfactory end.

It was just the beginning.

Why? Why should my son want to kill
himself?

Just because Danny Martin throws himself
off a bridge?

Look, you hired me to find your son. I
found him. He's home.

Now, you owe me a thousand pounds.

I'll give you another five thousand if
you find out the truth.

Find out what really happened on that
bridge.

Why me?

You, um... You must think it's a bit
odd, eh?

A man like me moving up to the House of
Lords?

Never thought about it.

Well, I regard it as the reward for a
lifetime slugging.

There's work to be done in the House of
Lords. I'm not ashamed. I'm not giving

up, you know. And I want to tell you...
Okay, listen.

You don't have to give me your resume.

You just don't want any bad publicity,
right?

Neither do you, my girl.

I mean, after all, you were forced to
resign from American intelligence.

Your career isn't exactly, uh...

Stable?

What if I find out something pretty bad
happened on that bridge?

I shall suppress it.

I may have to tell the authorities.

I'll deny everything.

You're going to use me.

And I'm paying pretty high with a
privilege.

You've said it.

Tim, dear, you listen to me.

I don't know how you think of me, not
anymore.

But I'm not entirely stupid. I do
understand some things.

Why you're doing all this is because of
that girl, isn't it?

There's no girl.

Excuse me.

Oh, it's quite all right, Mr. McGill.

I'm just going.

Mother seems to think you're involved
with a girl. My mother has an

And you eavesdrop.

You were shouting.

Look, why don't you find something to
put on in that cupboard?

Thank you.

You stop me, you cheap American!

Okay,

we understand each other now, Tim.

And you know what... I do.

What? You're going to tell me exactly
what happened that morning Danny Martin

drowned. It's very simple.

I killed him.

My dear father didn't tell you that, did
he?

You mean you think you killed Danny?
Right, I did. Whatever else you hear,

truth is I killed him. How?

The details don't matter.

Well, I suppose you'd been drinking.

Yes, but I wasn't drunk.

You knew what you were doing all the
time. Of course.

And what happened?

Well, um... Danny and I had been all
over town.

It was dawn, and we were driving across
the bridge.

He looked up to the top of the bridge.

Ever tried to climb something like this,
he said?

Well, no, I said.

You should.

He kept asking me how much nerve have I
got.

Well, I laughed. Not much, I said.

Right, he said. Right, right. Just like
a typewriter.

He started up the bridge just like he
was taking a walk.

He kept all the time daring me to follow
him.

I watched him like I always watched him.

Come on, Tim.

Come on.

He knew I can't stand heights. Come on,
he said. Come on, be a man.

I didn't want to do it. He kept calling
me like he always did.

I started to climb.

I hate heights.

I was sick. I was confused.

He was up there, way up there.

And I climbed, slowly, slowly, up to
him, to where he was.

But he was higher than me, as usual.

And laughing at me, as usual.

He threw his hat in the air.

I was scared, very scared.

He kept on at me all the time. Very good
little man, he said.

Well, I climbed. I kept climbing.

And I got up to him, towards him,
towards his face.

And I got hold of him, and I grabbed
him, and I pushed him, and I hit him,

And he fell.

He was my best friend.

What happened then?

Well, I didn't jump after him.

And what did you do?

I started looking for a policeman.

That's what I did.

I started looking for a copper.

Did you find one?

Sure. Only by that time, he'd had it.

Danny, they had to fish him out.

He couldn't swim.

You wouldn't believe it, would you? He
couldn't swim.

The police said it was an accident.
Sure.

Only I know better.

And I can't live like this. Not with
this guilt.

Does that mean anything to you?

Sure does.

I've got to jump, as he did.

But you said you pushed him.

Yes, well, that's all I have to say.
That's it.

That's all.

Collect your fee from Dad on the way
out.

He can afford it.

Can't you talk to him?

Can't you?

Can you?

Mr. McGill.

What do you think?

He told me his story.

He thinks he pushed Annie off that
bridge.

You can't believe that.

Why not?

Sounds plausible.

You believe he killed his own best
friend in front of all those other

What bunch of hooligans?

You mean he and Danny weren't alone on
that bridge?

Of course not.

Tim lied to you.

He always lies about that bridge.

Back already?

Yeah. I suppose Dad's told you how
naughty I am.

You gonna hit me again?

Look, you can lie to me if you want to.
It's your privilege.

You can even kill yourself if you try
hard enough.

But don't kid yourself, Buster, because
the lion's not going to help, so I'll

find out the truth.

And all your lies do is just waste time
and hurt people.

Oh, I'm good at hurting people.

Okay.

I can go down and get a record of the
inquest, dig out all the details myself,

or you can tell me right now who was on
that bridge with you that morning.

You want the witnesses to the fatal
moment?

I do.

Then earn your money, do your job, and
find your witnesses, if they exist.

Everything will be all right.

I've taken steps.

That's the least you can do, Gorman.

I don't want any trouble.

There'll be no trouble, I promise you.

Well, there had better not be.

It's your problem, Gorman.

I know, I know.

This is my son, Fenchurch.

Precisely. I don't want to become
involved in your domestic crises.

You're in no position to involve me. Do
you understand?

Yes, but... That's all.

Stop these calls.

Goodbye.

Large whiskey, Duchess. Yes, sir.

Where have you been?

I've been working.

Newspapers are busy places.

That's the stuff you wanted on the
inquest of Danny Martin, the boy who

off the bridge.

And what kind of guy was he?

Wild and wealthy, but as soon as he's
dead, he becomes a paragon of virtue.

read the coroner's report.

Well, the more interested in the
witnesses.

Well, it was Tim Gorman. He was a lousy
witness. Very upset.

Almost incoherent. And what about these
two?

Bill Rossiter and Pat Lestrange. Their
stories check exactly.

They were model witnesses.

And what kind of guys were they?

Well, they run a reasonably successful
discotheque in Chelsea called Rossiter's

Roost, patronized by depraved debitants.

They also run various other shady but
profitable enterprises.

That's great, Jarvis.

Thanks a lot.

You know, I don't need to put this stuff
back until tomorrow, if you want it.

No, I don't need it. Thanks.

Rossiter's Roost.

Yep, that's right.

Actually, he promised me a ride in his
super new Alfa.

Your stone, darling.

Excuse me.

Wouldn't you like a table, sir?

No, I'm okay.

I would like Tom Collins, though, Mr.
Lestrange.

I don't know you.

Well, I know you. You're Pat Lestrange.

And you run this place with Bill
Rossiter. And I'd like to talk to you a

minutes, please.

As I said, I don't know you. Well, if
that's all that's keeping us apart, my

name is McGill.

And I'm interested in Danny Martin's
death.

Really?

And you were on the bridge with him.

The whole thing's closed, surely.

Well, I'm reopening it.

You made statements at the time.

I know. I read them.

Well, what more do you want?

The truth.

The truth.

A noble ambition.

Lord Gorman seems positively dedicated
to it. If you're a friend of Tim's,

you think you should help him clear
himself?

Clear himself?

Of what?

Take a load of guilt off.

Has it occurred to you that perhaps Tim
has something to feel guilty about?

You've met him? I met him. The neurotic.

No class, no guts.

Danny Martin saw right through him from
the beginning.

And so did... Who?

Who else saw through him?

We all did, McGill.

He wormed his way into our crowd and we
tolerated him, nothing more.

We're kind people, really.

Were you kind to him on that bridge?

Don't pick me up on words, McGill. I'm
not a little boy.

We'd been at Danny's that night.

Tim had been trying to ingratiate
himself.

Drinking more than he could take, that
sort of thing.

Well, we drove up to the bridge.

Danny started to climb, led the way.

Tim followed him.

Had to show that anything that Danny
could do, he could do as well.

Or better.

Danny got there first, of course, but
Tim wouldn't let it alone.

Had to prove himself.

Know what I mean?

Danny thought he could handle the
situation, but he was wrong.

Tim pushed him off the ruddy thing,
Miguel.

Nobody will tell you anything else. All
three of us saw it that way.

Hugh Rossiter and the girl.

Well, I'll be seeing her pretty soon.

That little creep Gorman told you about
Annabelle?

No, you did.

And you didn't tell the police.

It seems the decent thing to keep her
name out of it.

Well, you haven't.

Who is Annabelle?

I'm not sure.

Tim was involved with a girl named
Annabelle. She used to run around with

All I need is her last name.

My husband's not at home.

I don't need your husband, Lady Gorman.
I need Annabelle's last name.

Fenchurch.

Annabelle Fenchurch.

Thank you.

I'm not sure that my husband would have
wanted me to tell you that.

Well, he hired me to find out the truth,
and she's involved in it.

You must understand that when my husband
says he wants the truth, it generally

means the truth he wants to hear.

Well, my mother always said there's only
one truth.

I'm not so sure about that, not anymore.

I never liked Annabelle, but my son felt
differently.

You know, to him, she was like some sort
of little goddess.

So, who knows the truth?

Sometimes I wonder whether it exists.

Annabelle Finchurch does.

Thank you.

My pleasure, Annabel.

Didn't I see you in here the other
night?

Yeah.

I was looking for you, but I didn't know
it.

And now you've found me, et cetera, et
cetera.

Oh, you've heard it all before.

Well, maybe I should try a new line.

There isn't one.

Tim Gorman's trying to kill himself.

Kill himself?

You didn't know?

Yeah, I just pulled him out of the water
not too long ago, and he'll try it

again. Are you a detective or something?

Or something.

I'm not a detective. My name's McGill.
Nice to have met you.

Seems funny that the police don't know
that you were on that bridge when Danny

died.

Excuse me.

Seems that quite a few people around
here are really going out of their way

protect you.

Yes, and I'm going to call a couple of
them in a minute.

Oh, yeah, Rossiter and the Strange.

They're the ones that told me about you.

They did?

Mm -hmm.

Not Tim?

He never mentioned you.

He said he killed Danny Martin and he
was going to kill himself.

But he never mentioned you.

I see.

How about a drink?

How about a drink?

Let's go over there.

His name's McGill.

Yes, I know about him.

He's learned that Annabelle was on the
bridge.

That's unfortunate.

We could take care of him, Sir Walter.

Thank you.

Not just yet.

You can rely on us, Sir.

I do, Rossiter.

I do indeed.

Tim and I went around for a while.

He liked me.

I tried to be kind.

Was it difficult?

I liked boys, McGill.

Now I like men.

So Tim can just jump in the river and
you don't care?

I haven't said that.

You haven't said much.

Now why don't you tell me what happened
on that bridge?

What's there to tell?

Playing our tune, darling.

Yes, I rather think they are.

Or an answer to your question.

Danny Martin got killed on the bridge.

That's all.

You're McGill.

I'm Walter Fenchurch.

Annabelle's father.

Your porter very kindly let me in.

Now, I'm here, McGill, because I cannot
permit my daughter to become personally

involved with a raving neurotic like
young Gorman.

But she is involved.

You're a clever fellow, McGill. Very,
very professional. But... There are one

two things you may not know.

Well, that wouldn't surprise me.

For instance, we have a very good mutual
friend, General de Maire of the United

States Embassy in London.

May I sit down?

You won't get a seat on his name. He's
no friend of mine.

No, not anymore. But he could be again.

You know, I'm acquainted with your case,
McGill. I know you were forced to

resign from U .S. intelligence.

But I am quite certain General Denmeier
would prove most helpful to you if... If

you spoke to him in a nice way.

Gorman offers you money.

I could top his offer, but that would be
rather primitive, don't you think?

So what do you suggest?

I would have thought it was obvious.

If I lay off the Gorman case, you'll
speak to Denmeier?

Yes.

Well, I'd call that a bribe.

Call it what you like.

But in the end, it amounts to survival.

Your survival.

And in the end, you'll choose survival.
We all do when the chips

are down.

And they are down for you, McGill.

They really are.

You'll think about it.

No, he's not.

Well, do you know where he is?

No, I don't.

Well, he's disappeared again.

What do you think I'm paying you for?

Listen, you're paying me to find out the
truth. Now, if you want me to do some

more babysitting for you, you're going
to have to pay me another thousand

pounds.

Hello, Yank.

What do you say, Tim?

I've been expecting you.

Juliet had her nurse and Chopin list.

I have you.

Well, Job had Boyles.

Samson got his hair cut, and I have you.

Perfect couple.

It's very nice of you to wait for me.

Oh, don't worry. No swimming today. I'm
not in the mood for a public display.

Now, let's get off this thing.

This isn't a thing, McGill. This is the
Albert Bridge.

which, according to my psychiatrist, is
a symbol.

Of what?

My feelings of guilt, my sense of
inadequacy, death wish, and lots of

things too unpleasant to mention.

You're being very straight today, aren't
you?

Yes. Because you decided not to jump?

Not today.

You don't really want to kill yourself,
do you? Oh, of course not. I want to be

dead.

Unfortunately, the one thing involves
the other.

I talked to a friend of yours.

That's unlikely.

Annabelle Penchurch.

The most unlikely of them all.

And what did she tell you?

She said she was here when Danny died.

How is she?

She's fine.

She's beautiful, in fact.

She's modeling at a fashion show. I'm
going to go see her later on.

She's got a job?

Yeah. Good for her.

Yeah, would you like to come say hello?

No, thank you.

Why, don't you want to see her? Oh,
yeah, sure. We can hold hands and talk

old times, and one thing will lead to
the other, and we can walk off together

into the sunset.

Well, that doesn't sound too bad.

But there's Danny's ghost and this
bridge.

And dawn happens every 24 hours.

Okay, let's go.

You shouldn't have mentioned Annabelle.
I'm sorry, come on. It reminds me of

what you are, somebody hired by my
father for money. Doing anything, saying

anything just to trick me and confuse
me.

But when I'm ready, I'll do it. And in
this whole stinking world, the splash

that I make when I go under won't even
make a ripple.

You want me to tell Annabelle anything?

Yes.

No flowers by request.

Tell her that, McGill.

No flowers.

Ah,

you really do look lovely, dearie. You
look a treat.

Thank you, Eve.

Now for the veil.

Eve, could you give me a hand? I'm on
next.

Oh, come in. You can manage yourself
now, can't you? Yes, thank you.

Hello, my dear.

Hello, Father.

Let me do that.

I wonder whether you'd like to come out
to lunch with me.

Oh, I don't think I should be finished
here in time.

You're on, Penny.

Come on, it's us.

Come on.

minute, love.

I suppose it would be too sentimental if
I told you that you looked like your

mother did under similar circumstances.

Yes, it would.

All the same, it's true.

You know, youth is becoming to you. I
wish you'd enjoy it more.

I'm fine.

And you're doing what you want to do.

I'm doing what I can.

Well, that's not the same thing at all.
Look, you don't need this fruitling job.

They'll be calling me in a minute,
father.

Annabelle, why don't you go away for a
bit? I mean, you know, France,

America, Italy, anywhere you please.

No, thank you, Father.

It's a very long time since I heard you
say, yes, thank you, Dad.

But, dear, don't mess up your life.

I mean, youth comes and goes, and
sometimes it's difficult and cruel

Sometimes it's heartbreaking, heaven
knows, but it's the same for you as

everyone else.

If you go abroad and try and forget all
about it.

My youth has been unique.

You've bought me everything.

Look, all I've ever wanted you to be...
Is happy.

You're on, Annabelle.

Excuse me, Eve.

A beautiful bridal gown, close -fitting
and long -sleeved, fashioned entirely in

white silk with a Swiss lace overlay and
a scooped neckline.

Note the stitched Parisian hemline and
the lacework veil, which is detachable.

very lovely.

I have to change.

Come on, you can be a bride just a
little longer.

What do you want?

I want the whole story about that bridge
from you.

Here, now?

Right.

Look, I'll change and you can pick me up
outside. Now!

Now, Annabelle, get it through your head
that any second Tim may actually try to

kill himself.

There's just no more time for playing
games. There's nothing to tell.

Everything about that accident has been
reported to the authorities.

Except that you were there.

Except that I was there.

It all started out as a super luck,
that's all.

There was a sort of rivalry between the
boys, Danny and Tim, you know.

They were both in love with you.

I told them to stop being silly and to
come down.

But they were stoned.

Tim had to see it through to the end. He
couldn't face it.

Face what?

Tim was jealous.

He found out that Danny and I loved each
other.

And he found out on the bridge.

So Tim killed him.

Not in cold blood. Not murder.

I told you they were fighting. They were
drunk.

Tim could have fallen. It happened to be
Danny.

Danny was bigger.

Stronger, more self -confident. It
happened.

And you don't call that murder?

What does it matter what I call it?
Danny's dead.

Your father's orders.

Oh, uh, Willie here, sir.

Yes, we did.

The real Cassius.

Well, let's say he's in no shape to
cause any more trouble.

Right.

Who is it?

It's me, Annabelle.

I had to see you.

Here I am.

I wanted to come when I saw what those
men had done to you.

We're your father's boys.

The chauffeur wouldn't let me out of the
car.

Yeah, you're pretty well protected.

Please, I'm sorry. I had no idea my
father would go so far.

Now you know.

Now how far are you going to go?

What? One of these days, Tim's going to
kill himself.

We always talk about Tim, the same words
over and over.

And it's going to stay that way until
the truth comes out about that bridge

Tim and you. I've told you. You've told
me a little piece of the truth.

Oh, I wish Tim would kill himself.

Then it would be over at last.

That wouldn't end it.

Will I ever be free of Tim and that
bridge?

You want it to end?

Of course I want it to end.

Then what do we do?

I don't know.

Do you want to try it my way?

I don't think you understand.

I'm not asking you for favors. I'm
telling you.

Nothing entitles you to talk to me like
this.

Certain transactions between us entitle
me to do a great deal more.

You know, the fact that you have a seat
in the House of Lords doesn't impress

me. Not as your bluster.

You're talking about our children.

Not mine.

Not yet.

Now pay off that American and let the
matter rest for good.

I can't. You know about Tim. There are
places for unbalanced people.

Very discreet places.

You wouldn't let your daughter...
Exactly.

I've drawn the line.

Is that clear?

time it is. It's dawn, Mother.

Always dawn.

Tim?

Come on.

Please, Hannibal, leave me alone.

Both of you, leave me alone.

Nobody blames you for what happened to
Danny.

I do.

It was an accident, just an accident.

It wasn't. You know it wasn't. So what
are you going to do about it?

You know what I want to do.

Then do it.

McGill, don't let him go up there.

I'll let him go.

Go ahead, boy, be a man.

Tim! Don't be silly, Tim!

You're supposed to protect him.

Well, I can't follow him around forever
and devote my whole life to him.

But I did what you asked. I talked to
him.

Look, he wants to die. He has a right.

He's going to do it.

Yes, he is.

I can't stand it. Not again.

Then you better leave.

It would be like killing him, too.

Okay, Annabelle.

That's your last chance. He's not going
to tell the truth and nobody else will.

It's up to you.

Annabelle, go away, please.

Tim, come down.

Please go away.

Please listen to me, please. You're
innocent, Tim, innocent.

Don't lie, not now.

It's the truth.

I don't believe you. I promise you,
please listen to me. I'll tell you what

really happened.

We were all in the car.

We stopped on the bridge, laughing and
joking.

And Danny asked if you'd ever climbed
one.

So he said he'd show us, all of us,
because it was a special morning, a very

special morning.

He bowed to us. Do you remember?

And then he started to climb.

We were still laughing.

And then we got out of the car and
watched him go up towards that tower.

He called to us as he climbed.

Why is he doing it?

Danny? What?

Tell him why you're climbing that thing.

Because it's here.

No, the real reason.

To celebrate.

Celebrate what?

That's a secret.

Tell him. Tell everybody. Tell the
world.

Okay, I'll tell the world.

Annabelle loves me.

Annabelle loves me.

She loves him.

Annabelle?

Annabelle loves Danny.

Annabelle loves Danny. And Danny loves
Annabelle.

Annabelle loves Danny. And Danny loves
Annabelle. No, no, no.

Danny doesn't love Annabelle.

Annabelle loves Danny.

But Danny doesn't love Annabelle.

Danny, don't joke.

I'm not joking.

I don't love girls like you. I use them.

I entertain them.

Danny.

Danny, you don't mean that.

Say you love me.

Danny. Danny, say you didn't mean it.

Danny, say you didn't mean it. Danny,
you know you love me.

I'm going to get you, Danny.

I better come down and meet you, little
man.

It's all right, Tim. I don't want her.

Not anymore.

You can have her if you can get her.

The question is, can you?

I'll kill you.

Don't be childish about it. There's a
good fellow. She's not worth it. She's

rubbish, Tim.

Shut up about her.

have wanted to kill Danny because of
what he said about me.

But you didn't push him. I did.

But I can remember seeing Red and
hitting him.

Yes, but then he hit you and you fell
onto the pavement.

You were knocked out.

You couldn't have known what happened.

It's lucky you weren't killed.

All this time I thought it was me.

I did love you, Annabelle.

Very much.

I know, Tim.

I know.

You're too late, Father. I've told them
everything.

Everything?

I'm grateful to you, McGill.

Well, son, I think we can walk home,
can't we?

So long, Yank.

Now, come on, Annabelle, let's get home.

Haven't you forgotten something?

Not that I'm aware of.

The police have to be told.

Naturally, but I'll attend to that if
you don't mind.

No, I don't mind, but I'm going to make
sure you do.

You're not as bright as I thought you
were. I could have done things for you.

I don't think so.

Come on.

Thank you.

Thanks? For what?

For incriminating you?

For freeing me.

Come on.